forum "I'm used to being seen through but it feels so bad when it happens with you." // OxO // CLOSED! (Stalkers get ravioli)

Started March 19, 2021 by Deleted user

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Beckett grumbled something under his breath with a smile before leaning forward and dropping into Simon's lap again. "You gonna kiss me or no?"

"I am not going to kiss you," Simon said. "Solely for the purpose of being a bitch."

Beckett sighed dramatically. "Okay, I guess I'll just… go clean something. Somewhere." Getting up after a moment, he wandered into the kitchen. Looking around, his gaze finally landed on the dishwasher, done with it's cycle. With nothing better to do, he started unloading it.

Simon laughed. "You're hilarious, do you know that?" Zelda meowed and Simon got off the couch to crouch next to the cat, stretching out his neck to press their noses together. "Hello, kitten."

Beckett rolled his eyes playfully even though he knew Simon couldn't see him. He glanced over at him every now and then, smiling at the wholesome sight of him and Zelda. "You can't argue that you aren't cute, and then get on the floor to headbutt my cat," he called.

"I can do whatever I want," Simon said. "I am noncorporeal and therefore you have zero control over me. And I am not cute. We've been over this."

"You're cute." Beckett continued putting away the newly cleaned dishes, giving them another quick rinse when needed. "You're a big softie, you just don't want to admit it."

Simon made a growling sound. “I am not.
I will take your cat hostage. Beware.”

Beckett chuckled. "And where would you take her? You literally cannot leave the house. Not to mention she likes yelling too much to stay hidden."

“I’m very good at hiding,” Simon said. “You’d never find us.”

"Si, you of all people should know that my house isn't that big." He spared a glance over at Simon and Zelda, both sitting on the floor and looking at him with the same exact expression. He chuckled softly.

“I can hide in the walls,” Simon said. “I doubt that Zelda would have much trouble weaseling her way into the walls.”

"…Okay probably not, but she'd come out to yell at me for food at some point." Finishing up the last of the dishes, Beckett set to loading the small stack of dirty dishes into the dishwasher.

“I think she hates you just as much as I do. Right, kitten?”
Zelda gave no indication that she heard Simon.
“Oh, come on.”

"Says the man that was trying to get my shirt off not even ten minutes ago." Should Beckett be getting as red as he was from hearing Simon say 'kitten' like that? Definitely not. Was he going to even acknowledge that? Nope. No. Absolutely not.

“And?” Simon looked over at Beckett. “Want me to do it again?”

Beckett nearly dropped the cup he was rinsing. He cleared his throat. Be cool. Be cool. "I-Uh, didn't you say you weren't going to kiss me?"

“I don’t have to kiss you to get you to take your clothes off,” Simon said with a crooked smile. “I’m sure if I asked very politely. . .”

Beckett set the cup down for a moment, turning to face him. "Uh huh, that might work. But are you going to ask nicely? I feel like your pride wouldn't let you."

Simon scoffed "You underestimate me," he said. "I'm hurt."

"…Wouldn't that be overestimating you? Y'know, cuz I think you're too proud to ask politely?" Beckett raised an eyebrow.

Simon sighed and said, "Beckett. Would you kindly remove your shirt."

He could do that, he supposed. But where was the fun in that? With a soft hum and a glance away in fake thought, he paused a moment. "Make me," he responded calmly after a moment, a shit-eating grin on his face as he looked back at Simon.

“I won’t make you.”Simon rose out of his crouch and crossed his arms. “I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

Beckett's confident grin faltered. "I didn't mean- It's- I do, it's- …Nevermind." He finally just turned back to the dishes to finish up the chore.